Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The strong man glanced at Feng Ye and said in a hoarse voice: “We are only second-class rcenaries, we’re not in the first-class rank, so we can’t take your mission.”
“It doesn’t matter, I find you pleasing to the eye.” Feng Ye said with a smile.
As soon as those words ca out, the surroundings beca quiet. Even those rcenaries who were waiting to be picked widened their eyes and cursed silently: Is there sothing wrong with this child’s eyes? A man whose face has been ruined and he said he looked pleasing to the eye?
The group of rcenaries who were sitting down were also stunned for a while and it took a long while before they realised what the child had said. They looked at their Captain at the sa ti.
Upon seeing this, the man stood up and said: “Since you don’t mind that we are only second-class rcenaries, then Thunderfire rcenary Group is willing to accept your mission.”
Having spoken, the man paused and then said to Feng Ye: “I am the Captain of the Thunderfire rcenary Group, my na is Xu Yan. There are twelve brothers in my team, all of whom are at Golden Core level. I am the only cultivator at Nascent Soul level.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Ye nodded: “Alright, I pick you. Co with ! Let’s complete the formalities.” He said to Xu Yan and entered the Guild with him.
The old man from the Guild shook his head and smiled, then he helped them complete the formalities and watched as Feng Ye gave half of the commission to the Thunderfire rcenary Group.
“How may I address Young Master?” Xu Yan looked at Feng Ye and asked.
“My surna is Zhao.” Feng Ye said crisply. He knew that Feng was an extrely rare surna, so if he said it, he knew that it could cause so trouble. Therefore, he used Sunny’s surna.
“So it’s Young Master Zhao.” He nodded and said, “Can Young Master Zhao wait for us at the inn first. We will go to the inn to look for you after we have dealt with so matters.”
“Alright.” Feng Ye nodded in response, not worried that they would run away after they had taken his money.
On this day, Feng Ye and Zhao Yang were resting in the inn. By the evening, the Thunderfire rcenary Group kept true to their word and had arrived. They stood guard outside Feng Ye and Zhao Yang’s room and outside the inn as they started their escort mission.
The next morning, after they had eaten, the group made their way to the city gate. However, once they got outside the city gate, Feng Ye stopped.
“Captain Xu, since you have cultivated to this level, you must have flying artifacts. Won’t it be faster flying with the two of us?” There was an innocent smile on his delicate little face, his pair of phoenix eyes narrowed with his smile as he looked at the rough man beside him.
Upon hearing this, the people of the Thunderfire rcenary Group were startled, then they laughed lowly. Xu Yan laughed and replied: “I thought you wanted to walk! In that case, we will take you on our flying swords! This way, it might be possible to arrive at Hundred Rivers City in about half a month.”
“Alright.” Feng Ye responded. He looked at Zhao Yang and said a few words to him, then after Xu Yan called out his flying sword, he jumped up and stood behind him.
Zhao Yang was also led by a mber of the Thunderfire rcenary Group while the others followed on flying swords. The group of people went in the direction of Hundred Rivers City…
On the other side, Guan Xilin who had climbed mountains after mountains had finally escaped from the forest in a state of embarrassnt. However, after he had left the forest, he climbed over so more mountains again and hadn’t t anyone along the way, so he didn’t know where he was.
So of the wounds on his body had already scabbed over, his body was scarred, his hair was ssy and his beard covered his face as he didn’t have ti to shave. The clothes on his body were tattered.. If it weren’t for the broadsword in his hand that flickered with cold light, filled with murderous aura, he would have looked no different from wild man who had ran out of the mountains.
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